It’s so precious how you still need diapers but but hope that I’ll let you cum 🤦🏻♀️ Maybe when you wake up I’ll let you hump your soggy pampers, cutie 😅
“Hop on little one, up to your crib now,” Daddy said.
It was a warm summer evening and you wore nothing but a diaper and a T-shirt. Your night diapers were thick, so thick you could barely close your legs together. It was so thick you could barely hop into your crib.
You got used to your crib by now. The safety of the bars surrounding you as you sleep soundly. You are not getting in by yourself, and you are not getting out by yourself until Daddy says so. It was easier than deciding your bedtime and when you need to wake up. When the bars are going up, that’s when you are supposed to go to sleep. When Daddy lowers the bars, it means you need to get up.
No need to think, no need to worry.
“Can’t get that big butt up there? Huh, bud?” he said and laughed, slapping your butt.
It was a game for him, teasing you every night like that.
You still did it every night, climbing up. Yet every time he needed to make that remark. It was his way of being in control, of the situation, of you. He built this crib, he diapered you so thickly, he made you climb onto it.
It was his situation, not yours, you are a pun in his fetish game.
You know that.
You like that.
You and your huge diaper butt climbed into the baby-themed crib, waited for him to put the rails up, and put you to sleep.
I pway to weech the level of Pafetic sissthy as bewow. I want to be so pafetic that no matters wat I do u wiw nevew c anyfing but da most pafetic sissy evew.